At last I repaired to the spot with the intention of recovering my purse, but only to find that our rod-walkers had trampled down all the grass by their perambulations. Not a trace was left of my ranunculus, and I was compelled to search for my money with the same uncertainty as the rod. I felt no inclination to bet a hundred crowns on the rod, for all of us were engaged in a vain search which provoked both irritation and amusement. Finally I had to give it up, but the baron and the secretary asked me to tell them the place approximately, which I did. The wicked rod, however, refused to strike and pointed to a place right opposite. Finally, when all of us were tired of it, and I most of all, the secretary stopped at a place quite far from the one I had indicated, saying that if the purse was not there it would be useless to try to tell the place. I did not care to seek, as it was not at all in this direction that I had (as I thought) placed the purse. But Baron Oxenstjerna lay down upon the ground and put his fingers around the little piece of turf where the money was lying! Thus the rod was right that time, and gave me back the money I should otherwise have lost. This is fact. If I see more such instances, I suppose I must believe what I do not want to believe. For it is quite different from the magnet and attraction between iron and iron; that a hazel twig can tell me the place where noble metals are--to that neither our outer nor our inner senses consent. Still I am not settled as to the divining-rod; yet I will not venture to bet as many crowns on it another time. [Illustration: Lomaland Photo. and Engraving Dept. I. THE HEAD OF A CAÑON, POINT LOMA: A STUDY OF COLOR AND SHADE] [Illustration: Lomaland Photo. and Engraving Dept. II. ENTRANCE TO A CAÑON, POINT LOMA: A VIEW OF SINGULAR BEAUTY] [Illustration: Lomaland Photo. and Engraving Dept. III. ANOTHER STRIKING VIEW IN A LOMALAND CAÑON "Spirit that formed this scene ... These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own...."] [Illustration: Lomaland Photo. and Engraving Dept. IV. WHERE THE CAÑON LEAVES THE DAYLIGHT The last glimpse of bay and mountains before descending 150 feet. At the bottom it is chill and damp, the sky a blue ribbon.] [Illustration: Lomaland Photo. and Engraving Dept. V. IN THE HEART OF THE CAÑON Though too large for the camera, every foot of the rock's surface is interesting and beautiful to the eye.] [Illustration: Lomaland Photo. and Engraving Dept. VI. A CAÑON, POINT LOMA; VIEW FROM ABOVE] LOMALAND CAÑONS: by W. J. Renshaw